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SadMom.txt
Helping My Sad and Drunk Mom
mF
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc, Preg
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Of all the people in the world who deserved better it was my Mom. She
seemed to have nothing but bad luck, and it hurt me terribly whenever I
saw her depressed or heartbroken. If there was something I could have
done to lift her spirits and give her a better life I'd do it in a
heartbeat and often said silent prayers to some unseen spirit in just
that sort of desire. When I heard her crying in the dark and found her
drunk I knew her blind date didn't go well.
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My buddies seemed like such jerks sometimes. For them to invite me
along just to pick on some younger girls and call it fun for a Friday
night seemed juvenile and pitiful. Had they known the kind of pain I'd
seen on another woman's face for similar insensitive abuses they might
have left me out of their dealings in the first place.
Walking home by myself in the dark wasn't that big a deal, since I
didn't have enough money to afford anything other than a used ten-speed
bike, and I was still too young to get a driver's license. Maybe when I
turned sixteen and could get a job it might be okay, but until then I
burned up more shoes than most older teens did tire rubber.
When I saw my Mom's car in the driveway I knew it wouldn't be good.
She'd been invited on a blind date by a friend of hers at work, and from
what little I'd heard before she left the guy sounded kinda nice. The
fact that she was home confirmed that the date most likely hadn't gone
well, and if I knew my Mom and how hard she'd take it I was going to
have to carry her to her room before she woke up propped up on the couch
first thing Saturday morning.
The front door was still unlocked which made me wonder if her date might
have been with her, so I carefully made my way in hoping I didn't make
any noise to disturb them. If she'd invited him over for the night,
then I'd go hang out at one of the local neighborhood bars until they
kicked me out at 4:00 AM. Of course if the proprietor was smart he'd
let me grab a broom and empty trash cans so I could earn some needed
cash, which I did a lot more often than my Mom would have wanted.
Rather than the sound of two people rutting in the dark like a pair of
wild animals I heard my mother softly crying to herself. It was dark,
alright, but from the sound of her voice it wasn't because she wanted
the place to seem romantic. The moment I saw her after I turned the
corner into our small living room my heart dropped.
She was sitting by herself on the couch, she'd kicked her shoes off some
place, had a bottle of booze in one hand, and a half empty glass in the
other one. As quietly as I could I walked toward her, tripped on her
shoes in the dark, and nearly fell face-first into her lap. With the
noise and commotion I made I was sure my Mom would have noticed, but all
she did was sit there in the dark by herself and softly cry.
I disliked my bio-father for having knocked up my Mom when she was just
fourteen, but I hated him even more for not stepping up and taking
responsibility for the child he created -- me. What little I knew about
my father made him sound a lot like the guys I hung out with most of the
time, and I was finding that their concept of 'fun' had little to do
with the long term benefit of any single girl in town.
My Mom was still a beautiful woman, although the last fifteen years had
hardened her heart and encouraged her to put on a few pounds where she
least wanted them. Still, at twenty nine she had a beautiful face, a
gorgeous smile, piercing eyes, a great ass, sexy legs, and a heart that
was bigger than any woman I could name. For her to be staring at her
thirtieth birthday in a month without a husband and no prospects for one
seemed to fill her with a kind of painful acceptance that she was cursed
to a kind of life that her own parents had warned her about as a
recently pregnant high school freshman.
I'd heard the sad tale of how she'd come to be a single mother trying to
go to high school, her parents so humiliated at their daughter's desire
to get knocked-up at fourteen forcing them to do things that started my
mother on the road to pain and despair long before a young woman her age
should have experienced them. It's not like we were living out of the
garbage can or something, but we never had the nice things that other
families considered normal or typical.
Both my Mom and I worked when we could, but most of the time those jobs
were low-paying ones that nobody else wanted. My back and arms were
familiar with heavy loads and my mind often wandered to new and exciting
places and better living conditions than we could afford, but little of
our existence was going to change unless something truly wonderful might
happen. Wishing for it didn't make it happen, so I bore the weight of
the world on my shoulders, or as much as my Mom would let me bear, and
we made do as best we could with as little as we might scrape together.
Her grip was just slack enough when I tugged the half-empty bottle of
booze out of her hand that I'm surprised it hadn't already fallen out on
its own. The bottle cap was located along the back of the couch between
the cushions and then returned to its place with a few slow turns. In
order to keep her from locating her mental detergent I slipped the
bottle sideways under the couch and then wrapped my fingers around her
half-consumed glass of liquor. It, like the bottle, easily came free,
and I carried it toward the kitchen. Dumping it out might have been the
smart thing to do, but I was far more aware of what the stuff cost and
put it in one of the kitchen cabinets out of sight so I could put the
contents back into the bottle after I'd taken care of my Mom.
The low sobbing of her cries tore at me like an industrial mower on high
and I had no other place to be than at her side so I could offer her as
much comfort as I could. She didn't seem to notice me settle into her
side and pull her into a slowly developed embrace, so I accepted that as
her way of putting up with my being her son and not some guy who was the
embodiment of everything that she must have hated.
Holding her tight to my body while she cried only made me feel worse,
because there was nothing I could do to allay her fears or provide any
sort of lasting comfort. Sure, I could offer her my heart and a strong
shoulder to lean on, but she needed more than that, and I was little
more than the bastard son of a coward for a young woman with a heavy
burden.
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm suhhh-suhhh-sorrrr-reee, Damon."
That's all she was able to get out before she broke down, threw her arms
around me, and just let go. I'd heard my darling mother cry before, but
that night in our rented darkened living room she seemed to lose control
for a while and bawled hysterically. There was no place for me to be,
so I held her tight to my chest, hugged her as snugly as I could, and
slowly rocked her back and forth.
Her grip around me was strangely impassioned, as if she was trying to
hold on for dear life against falling over a cliff or tumbling into a
bottomless lake. For her to wiggle up onto my lap so we could be closer
might have appeared strange to anyone else, but my Mom had never pushed
me away when I needed comfort, and I wasn't about to push her away when
she needed the same thing. In the process of her changing her position
on the couch and up onto my thighs the bottom hem of her Goodwill
'little-black-dress' shifted all the way up her full thighs and out from
behind her equally plump fanny. I'd kidded her about having a cute
caboose to wiggle in front of all the guys in town, but at that moment I
chose to keep from attempting any sort of humor and accepted that her
actions were due to her drunken condition and sorrow rather than some
perverse need to be provocative.
"Huhh-huhh-hold me, Damon, please?"
In spite of my snug embrace she must have thought I was sitting a
million miles away from her at the time. In her alcohol polluted state
she was most likely unable to sense just about anything, so I gave her a
tight squeeze, lifted her up ever so slightly so she'd think I'd only
recently assumed my position under her nearly bare ass, tucked my right
hand around the middle of her bare left thigh, pulled hard with my left
hand around her waist, and practically broke a few of her ribs trying to
get her as close to me as I could. For her to whimper slightly and
snuggle her head against my neck confirmed that she finally realized
where she was.
I wanted so badly to burst out crying for all the pains my poor Mom had
suffered in her young life, but that would only have fueled the fire of
her despair, so I sucked up all my strength and just held her in my
strong arms. Her crying slowly abated until all I could hear was her
low whimpers and soft moans. After that I felt her grip begin to
slacken, which told me she was or already had fallen asleep. It would
take a few minutes, but once she was too far gone from consciousness I'd
have to get her off my lap, help her to her bedroom, get her ready for
bed, and then try to get some sleep myself while staring into the
ceiling and wishing for a much better life for her ... and then me.
Her soft snoring was my cue to move her slowly off my thighs so I could
help her to bed. She resisted my trying to climb out from under her
full bare legs, but my secret weapon was put into play before she became
aware of what I'd one.
"I'm gonna take you to bed now, Honey. You're too tired to walk by
yourself, so let me help you up, okay?"
Her slightly slurred and liquor-altered speech sounded cute and pitiful
at the same time.
"Mmmmmm ... you're sssso good to me. I don't deserve susssh a
wonderful man."
"Sure you do! Besides ... it's me who doesn't deserve such a beautiful
woman like my Candice. Now ... just wrap your arms around my neck and
let me carry you to bed."
I lifted her into my arms with her head draped over my left shoulder,
her hands locked together behind my head, her mouth applying little
kisses to the side of my neck, my left arm around her back, left hand
around her body under her left arm, my right arm tucked around her bare
legs under her knees, and her awareness of who was with her yet again
failing her. I hadn't made it more than ten feet from the couch when
she sleepily whispered into my left ear.
"You're such a fucking animal, Kevin. I'd only met you tonight and
you're already gonna get to rip my clothes off and fuck me like a whore.
I'll bet you never imagined you'd get such a nice blow-job at a public
restaurant, did you?"
To say I was a little surprised would be a mild understatement. To
think of my Mom sucking down a hot one at a restaurant and that meal's
origin far from the kitchen certainly made my head throb. Because it
was my own drunken Mom acting foolishly and even whispering about her
deed in my left ear was more than a little embarrassing. My only
recourse was to treat her as her imagined lover might.
"Sshhhhh, Baby. Let's not talk about that right now. Just hold me
tight and let's get you settled into bed."
"Mmmmmm ... such a nice cock, too. I could eat you up all night."
"Sshhhhh."
She snuggled her head into the side of my neck a couple of times,
tightened her grip a little, kicked her bare left foot out sexily, and
waited for her dream lover to lie her down so they could consummate
their next fantasy union. In her polluted mental state she might forget
who she was really with and I had no desire to scare my own mother like
that, so as I walked sideways through her bedroom door I used the
outside of my left elbow to flick her bedroom light on. I immediately
got the reaction I was hoping for when she twisted her face hard away
from the bright overhead light bulb and grumbled at me.
"Hey! No lights!"
"Aw, come on Mom. If I don't turn the light on I might trip on
something and drop you."
She immediately whimpered for a moment as if she finally realized where
she was and then began to cry, as if the brief sexy dream she'd tumbled
down was lost and I'd replaced it with the cold sting of reality. I
didn't want to ruin it for her, but for her to wake up or become aware
of being in bed with her own fifteen year old son would be harder on her
than wishing for something she couldn't have.
With her head still tucked hard into my neck I shifted over her nicely
made bed and carefully settled her soft butt to the coverlet. What
seemed strange was for her to hold on after I sat her down, her
knowledge of who I was and where we were supposed to make it easier on
her rather than harder. Between her mental state and the level of
alcohol still coursing through her veins she resisted my departure and
even whispered into my left ear once more, as if in doing so her dream
would return and reality would be lost.
"Don't leave me alone tonight ... please?"
"You take care of your personal business and I'll be back in a little
while, okay Mom?"
"Please don't go ... please ... Damon. I can't be alone tonight."
"Sure, Mom. You get ready for bed and I'll be back in a little bit. I
need to put my stuff away and lock the house up."
Her pitiful sobs into my neck nearly made me forget about either of us
tending to our evening bathroom routines, but I needed to go pee and I
was sure my Mom did as well. She eventually released her death-grip
around my neck and let her hands fall to her sides on the bed, but even
after I pulled my hands from under and around her she just sat there and
softly wept. She'd cried before, but her tears fell much harder than
I'd ever seen. It was almost as if she was giving up on life and was
sure to cause her own demise, and I just couldn't see my precious mother
hurting herself like that. My deserter of a father had hurt her, her
parents had hurt her, and society in general had added its share of
pain, but for me to consider such a precious life being ripped away from
me like that was more than I could bear.
What I'd tried so long to resist was quickly tumbling through me like it
never had before, I fell to my knees at her feet, pushed my hands around
her body so I could hug her, and then pressed my face into her body. It
might have backfired on me to pour forth my own small flood of emotions,
except my Mom somehow gained from my pain and used it to her advantage.
"It's okay, Damon. Please don't cry. I'll be alright."
"I love you so much, Mom. I wish I could do something to make you feel
better somehow."
She held my head in place against her slightly chubby tummy, combed my
hair with her fingers, seemed to lose awareness of her own troubles for
a few moments, and then softly kissed the top of my head. It felt so
comforting for her to share her love with me, and I somehow knew we'd
eventually rise above our troubles.
For some unknown passage of time I softly cried into her little black
dress and she held my face tight to her soft body. What a strange pair
we were, as if we'd been star-crossed lovers in some tragic play. The
fact that I was a product of her once joyful union with a guy at
fourteen made our emotional turmoil seem that much more ironic.
When she eventually drew her strength up she whispered into my hair.
"Cah ... can I ask you for a favor, Damon?"
"Anything, Mom."
"Keep me company tonight, Damon. Just stay with me so I don't feel all
alone right now."
I didn't even have to think about it.
"Sure, Mom. Okay."
She kissed the top of my head again, combed her fingers through my
straight brown hair a few more times, and then pulled my face even
tighter to her tummy. It felt good for her to show me such pure and
tender emotions, because I knew she realized it wasn't my life that had
ruined hers, but someone else who'd deposited the makings of my life
into her barely developed teen body.
"Go take care of the house, Damon, and I'll get ready for bed."
"You gonna be okay, Mom? You're not too ... unsteady, are you?"
"Just help me up so I can make it to the bathroom. Once I get that far
I should be okay."
"Kay."
I rose to my feet, bent forward so the side of my face was tight to left
cheek, slipped my arms under hers, wrapped my limbs around her body,
pulled her vertical, and then helped her walk somewhat slowly toward and
then into the bathroom. Along the way I felt her stumble twice, which
told me that she was a bit too drunk to take care of her own needs
without some measure of help. I'd helped my Mom a few times before,
even helping her onto and off of the commode once when she was so tipsy
she couldn't even stand on her own. Sure, I was an embarrassed fourteen
year old, but she was too far gone to realize that her own son had
pulled his mom's tiny panties down, nestled her ass onto the commode,
waited until she emptied her bladder, wiped her underneath with some
tissue, and then tugged her underwear back into place so I could put her
safely in bed.
Tonight was a little better than the previous one a year before, but not
by much. Rather than humiliate her I left the bathroom light off,
closed the door just enough so the area could be a little darkened, and
then waited for her to take care of her business. Her grip around my
body confirmed that she was still conscious, so all I did was hold onto
her and wait. I didn't have to wait very long.
"Thanks, Baby. I appreciate you looking out for me like this. Give me
a couple of minutes and come get me after you lock up the house."
"Okay, Mom."
I was about to let her go and disappear out of the bathroom, but she was
so unsteady I was sure she'd tumble to the floor, so I reached to the
bottom hem of her pretty black dress, tugged it above her plump ass,
pushed the waistband elastic of her panties along her hips down, and
then gently let her settle her bare butt onto the commode seat. She
hadn't made contact with the cool plastic for more than half a second
when I heard the sharp metallic sound of her pee hitting the water
underneath. Once she was that far in the process I could leave her
alone for a little bit.
The bottle under the couch was retrieved, taken to the kitchen, the
contents of the half-full glass returned to its source, and then the
bottle put back inside the cabinet where my Mom had found it. I got her
shoes, straightened the room up, locked the front door, turned the one
light out that I'd used to make my way around, and then went to my room
to change. Change might have been an inappropriate word, since all I
did was shuck my clothes down to my underwear and put them all away.
When I walked back into my Mom's bedroom I noticed that the bed was
still made and empty. That meant my Mom was most likely still sitting
on the commode in her bathroom, so I pulled the coverlet back, fixed the
blanket and sheet to receive her, and then turned the light off. My
assumption was correct about where she'd be, and she was right where I'd
left her when I walked out of the bathroom.
She was in no condition to take care of herself, so while she was asleep
and propped up between the glass shower door and the medicine chest I
reached around her body and undid the buttons along her neck. Once all
of them were undone I reached to the bundle of material along her hips
and tugged her frock up her body until I was able to work it free. My
poor Mom looked so pitiful while she sat there in her matching black bra
and panties pulled half-way to her knees. Her hair was disheveled, her
eye makeup streaked from her crying, and her formerly tight and smooth
body showed signs of some added pounds and a few stretch marks. Even
with all that I saw at that moment I thought my Mom was the most
beautiful woman in the world.
She seemed stable enough after I removed her dress for me to hang it up,
so I found the padded hangar it was most likely removed from, left it
along the inside of her closet door, put her shoes away on the small
rack along one wall, and then closed the closet door. I walked back
into the bathroom just in time, because she'd begun to lean to the side
and might even have tumbled forward if she tried to get comfortable.
As I'd done that one time before I pulled a few squares of tissue off
the roll, wadded them up, splay her full thighs, reached between them,
and then dabbed her underneath dry. In the process of my gentlemanly
act I couldn't help but notice my Mom's pubic mound shaved bare and
wasn't sure if I was allowed to notice something so intimate about my
very own mother. My curiosity might have been a bit stronger than my
ability to let it pass and I found myself looking right at her naked
pussy after I pulled my hand back.
A wave of embarrassment washed through me for wanting to look at a naked
woman while she was unable to prevent it, especially my own Mom, so I
wiggled my head to shake loose the thoughts of sexual discovery and
tried to think of her as nothing more than my Mom when she was the most
vulnerable. That alone was enough to make me angry at the fucker who
knocked her up and left her holding me in her belly at fourteen.
It took a little careful maneuvering, but I was able to get her to her
feet, her panties pulled up, and then both of us out of the bathroom.
Just as I was settling her butt to the bed she stirred and seemed to
recognize what was going on.
"Damon? Get one of the t-shirts and white panties from my top dresser
drawer, Sweetie. My bra and panties are too nice to sleep in."
"Sure, Mom."
Lying slightly sideways on her bed with the covers pulled back a little
bit I let her remain there while I retrieved what she asked me for.
Fumbling around in the dark wasn't smart, so I returned to where she was
lying, draped a corner of the sheet over her eyes, and then went to the
wall where the light switch was. The instant I turned it on I saw just
how sexy and beautiful my Mom really was. Her thighs were full, her
tiny panties showing off her very full pussy, the area between her
undergarments clearly displaying her slightly round belly and soft body,
her bra straining to keep hold of her full "B"-cup titties, and nothing
hindering my view of a woman who deserved so much more.
A plain white t-shirt was located as well as a nice pair of white
panties that I imagined she considered daily-use. Once both were in
hand I considered undressing her with the light on to make sure I didn't
fumble around with her bra clasp or rip her panties, but that might have
appeared inappropriate, so I flipped the light off and returned to her
bed.
I had no idea whether her bra was a front or rear-closure style and had
to slip my fingers and thumb along the springy material behind her as a
first attempt. The thin strap that went from one side of her body to
the other behind her was completely featureless, so it was concluded her
bra was a front-closure style. The moment I flicked the small plastic
clasp between her breasts I felt both very dirty and incredibly excited.
Lying beneath me was a woman who was allowing me to undress her, and she
was a very sexy woman indeed. Had the light been on I know I would have
looked for a lot longer than I was supposed to, because to be honest I'd
never been allowed to undress a woman before, even one my own age.
It took a few careful movements for me to get her bra off her arms and
then out from under her body, but once free her black garment was little
more than a small pair of triangular fabric swatches stitched together
with a few thin straps. It was placed behind me on the bed and her
little black panties considered next. Tucking my fingertips into the
springy elastic along her hips I began to work her undergarment down,
but quickly realized her weight and the plump fullness of her butt was
going to prevent me from working it free. It was either leave her
panties in place and take the chance that she wouldn't remember asking
me to help her get undressed, or work a lot harder to strip my Mom
naked. I opted to help her keep her things in good shape, since she
couldn't really afford to replace her pretty clothes on our budget.
The tips of my left fingers were worked under her body just above the
elastic of her panties and I was able to get my whole hand and part of
my arm under her enough to get her ass off the bed. Using my right hand
I drew her panties down along one hip and then the other, the gusset of
her underwear snugly tucked between her thighs and possibly even nestled
deep between her labia majora.
The moment I realized how close I had my face to her bare body I became
aware of the heady aroma of her pussy. She didn't smell dirty like pee,
but different and very alluring. With no experience inside a girl's
panties I had no idea what to expect or if my Mom's natural perfume was
normal, but it had an effect on me that I hadn't anticipated. My cock
got hard in an instant and tented my underwear out as if it needed to be
set free. Something changed inside me immediately, as if I'd suddenly
grown up from a kid and into a man. In spite of how crude my deed might
have been perceived I was frozen in place and continued to breathe in
the delicate perfume that clouded my judgment beyond intelligence.
As if my leaning face-first over my own mother's bare body was bad
enough my actions must have sparked part of a dream that she was having,
or the heat of my face and breath must have stirred her passions,
because she reached around my head, gripped my hair in back, and then
pulled my face straight down. Before I could think or say anything my
nose was being pressed into her shaved slit and my lips immersed in the
silken smooth softness of her bald pussy. I genuinely tried to pull my
face away from her body but she added her other hand to the back of my
head and then muttered something that barely registered in my ears.
"Oh no you don't, Kevin! It's time for payback. Gimme!"
In my clumsy attempts to break free my nose and lips began to effect a
kind of sexual stimulus that must have been pleasurable, because she
began to push up into my face and moan sexily.
"Mmmmmm! That's my good boy. Give me some nice tingles. Lick my clit
and give me a nice cum, Baby."
The words 'good boy' and the name 'Baby' really scared me, because I
wasn't really sure if my Mom knew it was my face she had locked tight to
her naked pussy, or if maybe she'd called her date, Kevin, that before.
Something about having a pussy being shoved into my mouth and nose was
yet another aspect of my growing maturity that I had no control over,
and I found myself wanting to feel a woman's or girl's pussy against any
part of my body for a little while. Surrendering for a moment I
followed her lead and slipped the tip of my tongue out, not quite
knowing what I was really supposed to do or what kind of effect it was
going to have on my Mom. If she liked it and her dream lover made her
happy then I could try to forget it was me helping to sex my own mother
and pretend that it really was her date. If she didn't like it and woke
up in the middle of my face planted into her bare body then it might
destroy whatever precious relationship that we ever had. I'd be nothing
more than another man who couldn't keep his hands and face out from the
inside of her panties.
The second my tongue split her silken pussy lips and found a slick and
tender ridge with a hard bump inside, what I assumed was what she called
her clit, she hissed and went rigid.
"Ssssssssss! FUCK, that feels ... Mmmmmm! Do it! Lick me!"
I completely abandoned the notion of where I was and who I was doing it
with and did as I was asked.
My tongue was made firm and then worked around and over her clit, each
of my unskilled movements affording my sleepy and drunken partner a
level of pleasure that I hadn't believed I was capable of.
"Shit, that tongue of yours needs to be insured!"
The impossibility of my actions was forgotten in favor of making my Mom
happy in a way that I never had been able to before. Of all the things
that I'd done to see her smile or fill her heart with joy this was
something that I could give her as a man, and I allowed my brain to be
filled with the image of a girl I knew in school that I'd had the hots
for all year long.
The harder she pushed up into my face the more determined I was to find
a chink in her armor and wear her down. Her moans, mewls, and nasty
vocalizations began to increase until she couldn't speak anymore. The
only thing I heard after that were groans and heavy breathing.
At the moment of her climax, something I had no real knowledge of, her
whole body went rigid, her legs rose up off the bed, her thighs clamped
onto my ears, she gripped my head tight enough to nearly break my neck,
and nearly pulled two huge mats of hair out of my head. Moments after
she went as stiff as a board her body began to twitch and her hips
undulate into my mouth in a series of rhythmic thrusts. All I had to do
was keep my tongue stuck out and pressed against her clit for her to
keep bucking and having what I could only hope was an orgasm.
She eventually let go of my hair, but her body kept stuttering for the
longest time. I could have removed my tongue, but there was a new kind
of pleasure that was far beyond making my Mom happy. I was enjoying
myself and began to explore her pussy in earnest. Dropping my lingual
tool down her long cleft afforded me my first taste of a woman who'd
celebrated in one very nice cum. The taste was heady and much stronger
than I'd imagined, but not unpleasant at all. I immediately remembered
a joke that some of my friends shared about going down on a girl and
nearly burst out laughing, "Once you're beyond the smell you've got it
licked."
I could have stayed right there for an hour, but felt terribly guilty
for enjoying myself at my Mom's expense. Her body was relaxed enough
that I was able to shift her legs off my back and my head out from
between her silken thighs so I could finish what I'd originally started
to do. Her black panties were finally pulled down her legs and removed
and then placed onto her empty bra behind me. Between my saliva and her
natural lubrication she was dripping wet, so I stumbled my way to her
bathroom, found her soapy wet wipes, got some tissues, and then came
back to clean up the mess I made of her. I secretly wished I would be
brave enough to turn the light on so I could see, but settled on doing
my best in the dark. I still enjoyed caressing her cleaned and dried
pussy once I was finished and was afforded plenty of time and room to
learn about a woman's body in real time.
Her white cotton panties were tugged into place, her t-shirt worked over
her head and arms, and finally pulled over and around her body where it
was supposed to go. Finally dressed I lifted her feet onto her bed,
tucked them under the sheet and light blanket, and then shifted her
around a few times with both hands until she was turned in her normal
sleeping position. I was just about to get up off the bed when she
stretched for a moment and reached out to capture my left arm.
"Damon?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Will you ... please don't let me be alone tonight."
"I'll be just across the hall in my room, Mom. I won't be far."
Her grip tightened quite a bit and I felt her pulling me closer toward
where she lay. She then began to cry again, and after all that had
happened that night I couldn't stand to hear that. What she said next
pretty much confirmed that I'd do anything to keep her from harm, even
if it meant that I wouldn't be able to sleep all night.
"Just this one time, Baby. I can't be alone tonight, please? I promise
nobody will find out, okay?"
That's all it took for me to lose any sense of resistance.
"Sure, Mom. Okay. I just need to go pee."
"Hurry, Baby. Please don't be long."
I'd never emptied my bladder with a stone-hard cock before, but I
somehow managed to do it. I might have wanted to stroke myself a few
times and get rid of my erection, but my Mom was in much more emotional
pain than I might have realized. It was while I was shifting my right
hand back and forth on my cock that I heard a pitiful voice calling me.
"DAMON? Please hurry!"
Moments after I got my throbbing dick back inside my shorts and the
commode flushed I was actually jogging toward my Mom's bed. That might
have been enough to allay some of her fears, because her pitiful crying
diminished a little bit and I could see just enough in the diffuse light
of the outside street lamp that she was reaching toward me.
"Come here, Baby. Come be with me."
The second I was under the sheets on the opposite side of the bed from
where I helped her in my Mom was all over me and hugging me like she had
when we were sitting on the couch. Her grip was incredibly tight and
her face was pressed against the side of my head. For the longest time
all I knew was the sound of her desperate cries in my ear, the feel of
her hot breath against my neck, the sting of pain as she nearly tore my
skin from her incredible hug, and the intensely hot feel of her legs as
she wrapped them around at least one of mine. Rather than fight what
was torturing her mind I kept my arms and hands around her body and had
the presence of mind to hold her as snugly to me as she was me to her.
Some time later she was asleep and slowly relinquished her unbelievable
grip of my leg and body. I probably could have climbed out of bed and
slept in my own, but something told me that by doing so I might scare or
sadden her, so I gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, turned around, and
then repositioned myself so my back was being warmed by her chest. She
might have realized what I'd done because she shifted her pillow around
a little bit, pulled the covers up more completely, snuggled into my
back, and then wrapped her left arm around the open side of my body.
Her right hand was worked under my pillow and eventually under my neck,
which put me square within her ardent embrace once more.
Strangely, rather than feel trapped or nervous I actually felt very at
ease and comfortable. In spite of what someone else might think about
me lying in bed with my own mother I knew my presence was strictly for
her to regain a sense of comfort. About an hour later she placed a few
kisses on my left shoulder, tucked her face tight to the left side of my
head, and then whispered. It completed the scene perfectly.
"Thanks for letting me talk you into staying with me tonight, Damon. I
know it might be a little embarrassing, but it's just like when you used
to be scared of the lightning and thunder when you were a little boy."
"It's okay, Mom. You really looked and sounded sad when I got home, and
I felt really bad for you, so I figured I could be here for you when you
needed somebody the most. You've sure been there for me all these
years, and it's about time I showed you that I really appreciate all
that you've suffered through just to take care of me."
"Oh, Baby! You don't know how wonderful that sounds. Of all the people
in the world who've hurt me you're the only one I know of who'd never do
so knowingly. I'm so glad I gave birth to such a wonderful young man."
Talk about making me feel even *MORE* guilty about having my face
between her thighs little more than an hour before. It's a good thing
the room was dark or she'd see the intense blush going from my forehead
all the way down to my chest. She began to whisper again, as if she
didn't want to keep me awake.
"Damon? You awake?"
"Yeah."
"Can we talk for just a minute?"
"Sure, Mom. Anything!"
She hesitated for a little bit as if she was trying to build up her
strength for something. When her thoughts must have been straight in
her mind she began.
"Last night didn't exactly turn out the way I'd hoped. I guess you
could tell, huh?"
There were times when I could ask my Mom to take better care of herself,
especially where booze was concerned, and it seemed like one of those
times at that moment.
"I wish you wouldn't get so drunk, Mom. I'm scared you might hurt
yourself if you drank too much."
She squeezed me really hard, kissed my shoulder again, and then relaxed.
"Thanks, Baby. You're the only one who seems to care enough for me to
take care of myself. Maybe I shouldn't be so quick to tip the bottle
up, but last night I just had to wash the thoughts of that awful date
out of my head."
Between what she'd shared with me in her drunken state earlier and what
her dreams might have been with me in her arms or between her legs I was
actually curious enough to prod for more information.
"I guess he wasn't exactly a prince charming, huh?"
"Well ... he was nice enough at first, but halfway through dinner I
found out just what kind of guy I was gonna get myself tangled up with,
and I didn't like what I saw after I realized what happened."
Her earlier comment about giving 'Kevin' a blow-job under the restaurant
table came to mind, and I really wondered if my own fairly conservative
mother would do something like that. I'd heard of some of the high
school girls who could be coaxed into doing it, but they were little
more than sluts and tramps, where my Mom was careful, chaste, and
mindful of what people thought of her. She already had to contend with
having a bastard son when she was fifteen, so adding yet more to her
burdens by slutting herself in town wouldn't bode well for either of us.
"Did he lie about stuff, Mom?"
"Not so much lie, but he kept a lot of stuff hidden until after he got a
few drinks in me. Once I was tipsy enough to let him talk me into a few
things ... well ... I wasn't exactly on my best behavior, so he got
the wrong ideas and pushed me for things that ... I'm sorry, Damon.
Maybe I shouldn't push all this crap on your shoulders. You're not even
a man yet, and you're having to bear the burdens of one long before
you're supposed to."
"It's okay, Mom. Compared to all the other jerks in my school I've had
to grow up a lot quicker and suffer more than they ever could. I don't
mind if you wanna talk. Besides, you always told me that I could share
stuff with you, so it's only fair that you got the same chance. I'm a
little more grown up than I was when I told you how scared I was when I
started to ... well ... you know ... grow up a little bit and be a
man."
She giggled softly and then gave me another hug. She waited for a
moment and then softly asked me in a timid voice that didn't sound like
my confident mother.
"Are you sure, Baby? I might say stuff that ... well ... you haven't
had to deal with yet. I'm scared I might give you the wrong idea about
me or other women."
I immediately twisted around in place and found myself nose-to-nose with
my Mom in her bed.
"Mom ... I love you with all my heart and I'll do everything I can to
help and protect you. If part of that is growing up a little bit faster
than other kids my age, then ... well I guess that's just part of my
having to grow up. Honest, Mom. I don't want you to feel like you have
to hold anything back at all. If you wanna get something off your chest
then I want you to do it. Think of me as your best friend right now,
somebody you can tell all your dirty secrets to. After all, if you
can't trust me then who *CAN* you trust?"
She wrapped her arms around my body and pulled me into a very tight hug.
It felt nice to be that close to her, even if we were lying in her bed
in our underwear.
"I love you so much, Damon. I know it doesn't sound right for me to say
this, but I'm glad I got pregnant at fourteen ... just so I could have
the most wonderful young man in the whole world."
She kissed my cheek, squeezed me a couple of times, and then signaled
that she wanted me to let her go.
"Can I turn over, Damon? I'm gonna say some stuff that will kinda be
embarrassing, and I'd feel a little better if I wasn't facing you."
"Sure, Mom."
"Just ... please don't pull away from me, Baby. I couldn't handle you
leaving me right now, so just try to forgive me for my foolishness,
okay? Can you do that?"
"Don't worry about it, Mom. We all make mistakes, or don't you remember
telling me that the last time *I* screwed up?"
She playfully gave me a little smack along my back with her left hand
and then whispered her mocking disapproval.
"Brute! It would be just like you to use something like that against me
at my weakest."
I pulled back a little, held her face in my hands, and then whispered
right into her soft lips.
"Don't worry about it, Mom. I promise I won't think any less of you for
sharing your deepest darkest secrets with me."
"On one condition, Baby."
"What's that?"
"You have to promise to do the same with me, okay?"
"Deal."
She leaned forward the scant half inch between our lips and gave me a
slow and delicate kiss. It wasn't nasty or super sexy or anything, but
it wasn't the same sort of chaste kiss that she might give me when she
kissed me goodnight. Moments later she unwrapped her arms from my body
and turned around. Even before I could slip my arms all the way around
her body she pushed backward into my body and pulled both of my hands
tight to her chest. I know she didn't mean to do it, but I still got a
quick thrill from cupping at least one of her nice tits for a few
seconds. In order to diffuse the situation and not let her think she
might have scared me I reached around her mid-section and gave her a
nice slow hug. It was the perfect thing to do, because she whimpered
and squeezed my arms.
It took her a few minutes to build her courage up, and when she did she
whispered again, as if to verify I was still awake.
"Damon?"
"Yeah?"
"You sure you're willing to listen to me ramble on like some dumb girl
who got drunk for the first time?"
"Come on, Mom. I told you I'd listen, and I meant it. You can tell me
anything in the world, and I'll just be here behind you and listen."
"Thanks, Baby."
"Sure."
What I wasn't aware of until it was too late was where she'd positioned
us, but more specifically where she'd pushed backward with her full ass.
It was when I felt my body tingle for a moment that I realized my cock
was pushing into my Mom's ass between her full cheeks and I was actually
enjoying the feel of her butt as it gently hugged a small portion of my
manhood. Had it been some dumb girl who'd be foolish enough to let me
lie behind her like that I wouldn't have hesitated to arch my back and
push my cock tighter into her ass, but it was my Mom whose body was
right in front of mine and the dumb girl who'd get pissed off if I did
something that was crude and inappropriate. All I could do was lie
there and wait for something to happen to distract me.
"Kevin was a nice enough guy at first and really seemed like a real
gentleman. He opened doors for me, pulled out my chair when we sat down
to eat, and even treated me as if I was some kind of princess. His
words were soft, and tender, and affectionate, and seemed to come right
out of his heart. All I could think about was how lucky I was for
saying yes to one of my friends and go on that blind date."
She hesitated for a little bit and then kept going.
"What I didn't understand at first was how quickly he was pumping a
bunch of alcohol into me, to get me good and drunk, I guess. He was
doing such a good job of pushing all of my emotional buttons and giving
me lots of wine and mixed drinks that ... that ... "
"It's okay, Mom. Remember, it's you and me forever, so ... say what
you gotta say, okay?"
She waited for a moment and when she drew her courage up blurted out
what most likely was really torturing her.
" ... he got me so drunk he talked me into giving him oral sex under
the table ... right in the damned restaurant."
It had to have taken her tremendous strength to admit it, especially to
her own fifteen year old son, even more so because her son was lying in
bed with her wearing nothing more than his underwear, and his cock was
pushing forward into her soft butt.
Her admission confirmed what she hinted to me earlier, and instead of
making me feel sick or ashamed I was getting more aroused. To picture
my sexy young Mom sneak her way under the table to give a lucky guy a
blow-job might have looked pretty hot, except for how it would have made
her look if anyone saw what she was doing. In spite of the image some
people might have had of her I'd still love my Mom and take care of her.
"I guess that sounds pretty sick, doesn't it, Damon?"
"Not really, Mom. Kids my age do silly stuff like that when they get
all ... you know ... horny. You're a grown woman and probably have
the same needs as girls my age, so in a way I guess I'm not all like
super disgusted or anything."
"Does it embarrass you to think of your own Mother sucking on a guys
cock like some whore, especially *where* I was doing it?"
"Maybe a little bit, but that's just 'cause we don't talk about stuff
like this all the time. We've talked about sex and stuff before, but
usually only because you were worried about me knocking up some girl and
then leaving her with ... "
I could have finished my statement, but we both knew why she was so
concerned about my not getting a girl pregnant. To prove to her that I
wasn't the same intimidated and ignorant little kid who 'got the talk'
when he was curious about his first erection at eight I decided to share
a bit more about my mental clarity than she might have anticipated.
"Mom, look ... just because you've got a son doesn't mean you can't
still want to have sex with guys. I'm not gonna judge you for wanting
to give a guy a blow-job if that's what you want. All I'm gonna do is
ask you to be careful so you don't get some stupid disease like all
those girls who we've talked about in my school."
It felt really weird for me to be talking about blow-jobs and sex with
my Mom, and yet after all that we'd been through there wasn't a single
subject that we couldn't talk about with each other. For her to pull my
hands up her body a little bit and squeeze them tight to her chest might
have been unintentional, but I still took a little grab and felt one of
her nipples really firm up. For me to push our relationship a little
bit and joke with her about what I felt could have pissed her off, but I
had to do it.
"Besides ... a woman as hot as you with such nice titties deserves to
have a guy treat you well so he could score later on."
She really smacked my arm pretty hard after I said it, but then she
immediately rubbed the pain away and didn't make me shift my hand off of
the bottom part of her left breast.
"You be careful, young man. I know where your hand is right now, and if
I wasn't in such an affectionate mood I'd kick your ass out of bed and
make you ... "
She must have realized that I wouldn't have argued with her if she sent
me to my own bed, and the fact that it was her who needed the company
that night and not me. She waited a few seconds and then whispered.
"Damon?"
"Uh huh?"
"Have you ever had sex with a girl?"
"No, Ma-am."
"Have you ever touched a girl ... you know ... anywhere?"
"Not really. I guess I've accidentally brushed up against a few girls'
butts and I might have accidentally gotten a chance to rub up against a
girl's tits, but I've never actually been allowed to touch one, for
real."
She immediately shuddered and then spoke even more softly.
"Damon ... does being here with me like this scare you?"
"Of *course* not, Mom! I love you, and I'll do anything I can to help
you and make you feel better when you're scared and stuff. I remember
what it was like when every shadow in my room made me think a monster
was gonna come take me away, and you were there almost every time to
make me feel better by climbing into my bed. For me to get all freaked
out and not give you the same sort of consideration is just wrong."
"But ... you know where your hand is right now, right?"
"Yeah ... I'm touching your ... your breast a little bit right now."
She swallowed hard and must have been terrified, but she eventually drew
her thoughts together and then softly spoke words that most likely had
never been considered before.
"Would you like to see what a woman feels like ... for real?"
My body felt as if I'd jumped into a vat of boiling oil.
"Won't that like, seem kinda gross to you, Mom? I'm your son."
"When you were eight and having your first erection and developing
sexually you didn't seem all that concerned about showing me what your
penis looked like when it was so hard you couldn't sleep on your stomach
any more. We talked about what was bothering you and I showed you how
to make yourself feel good with my hand and then yours, right?"
"Yeah ... I remember. It felt nice."
Out of the strangeness of my past thoughts I hadn't anticipated telling
my Mom that I really liked it when she helped me masturbate that first
time. I could almost feel her soft fingers around my cock that day and
secretly wished I could ask her to help me learn more right after that
wonderful evening, but I never grew brave enough.
"Then ... I guess it's only fair that you got a chance to see what a
woman feels like too. Would you like to ask me any questions first?"
"No ... that's okay."
We both waited what seemed like an eternity. It was my Mom's right hand
that tugged mine down her body, under her t-shirt, and then all the way
back up until my right palm was cupping one of her full breasts. The
nipple I found was erect and incredibly firm, and I couldn't resist
playing with it, so I shifted my hand around a little bit and took
possession of her nubbin. The moment I began to explore her nipple and
the ridged skin directly around it she whimpered, flinched, and then
pushed her butt back into my inflamed cock.
"Did I hurt you, Mom?"
"Mmmmm! No, Baby. It just ... it feels very nice when you touch me
like that."
"You don't mind me learning with your body, Mom? I mean ... I never
thought you'd ever let me touch you like this. I always thought you'd
want me to learn stuff with some girl in my school."
While I was talking to her I slowly began to roll and tweak her nipple,
sending lots of signals to her that I wanted to learn so much more.
"Nuuuuhhh ... no, Baby. I don't mind. I thought maybe you'd think I
was being some sick female pervert that ... no, I don't mind, Damon."
In the quiet stillness of her bed I began to explore her breast with
more and more confidence. I'd palm her whole tit, lightly tug on her
nipple, run one or two fingertips around her nipple and tickle the
ridged skin around it, and then knead her boob to test for firmness. It
was only her strained whisper that made me briefly stop.
"Baby ... either play with my other breast or use both hands at the
same time. You're torturing me by only playing with one."
"You'll let me play with both, Mom?"
"Baby ... at this moment I don't care *what* you'd want to do."
"Then ... will you take your top off, Mom ... please?"
"Why, Baby?"
"I ... I wanna see what you look like."
She turned her head slightly, looked at me through a sideways glance,
and then smiled as she whispered.
"No, Damon ... you have to take it off me if you want to see what I
look like. That's fair, isn't it?"
"Yeah ... I guess."
She kept looking at me without moving, I suppose to see if I'd be brave
enough to take her top off. When I built my courage up I removed my
hand from her left breast and lightly tugged on her top until I had it
bunched up near her collarbones. When she moved I suspected I'd pushed
past some magic boundary and was going to be scolded and slapped, but
all she was doing was shifting her arms up over her head so I could pull
her t-shirt up and off.
Once I did she pushed against me a little bit and lie down on her back.
In the process of turning her right hand along her hip was in the right
spot and I felt her fingers resting over my underwear-constrained cock.
All she needed to do was open her fingers a little bit and she'd once
again take possession of her son's erection, but she must have thought
our time together that night was for my education, not her pleasure. A
few moments later I saw my own right hand slowly work the sheet and
light blanket down off her bare breasts until I had her uncovered to her
waist. Her breasts were gorgeous! I'd seen them a few times before,
but never willingly or that easily. All I could do was stare at her
nipples as they pointed to the ceiling, the light coming in from the
street lamp outside just enough for me to make out the outline of her
nubbins, but not much more than that.
"You used to suckle those when you were an infant. I know you don't
remember that, but that's how I fed you for quite a while."
"I used to suck on your nipples?"
"A lot more than you might remember. I even let you do it when you were
scared of the lightning when you were in elementary school, although you
were so scared you probably only thought of that as a means of comfort
rather than anything sexual. I'm a little surprised you don't remember
doing that right after the talk we had about your first erection."
While staring at her erect nubbins I felt a wave of lust take control of
my body, and I slowly dropped my mouth onto her right nipple. The
second I captured it and began to lightly suckle she reacted much more
violently than I had anticipated.
"Ssssssss!!! Shit, that feels so ... mmmmmmmmm!!!"
The moment I felt her left hand cup the back of my head and her fingers
comb through my hair I knew a page had turned in our lives.
In order to keep things equal in my education I only worked her nipple
for a short while and shifted my face over her chest to capture her
other one. As strange as it might have seemed six hours before I was
lying slightly over my own Mom's bare chest and working her nipple
around while licking and flicking it around in my mouth. Everything
that I did seemed to please her, because she kept combing my hair with
her fingers and lightly tugging my face into her chest as if I might
want to quit.
Back and forth I went on her breasts, sucking, licking, tickling,
playing, and exploring. For her part my Mom was loving every second of
it and kept cooing, whimpering, and hinting that I needed to keep going.
It was only after I made her flinch and jerk under me when I gave one of
her nipples a light bite that she tugged on my hair and wordlessly told
me that I might have done too much.
"Ssssss!!! Easy, Baby!"
<Smuck> "Sorry, Mom. I guess I got a little carried away."
"It's okay, Baby ... just, give me a chance to get used to how much you
still like to suck on my nipples, okay?"
"Then ... you'll let me keep doing this as much as I want?"
"Would you like to do some more?"
"YEAH!"
"My, my! It sounds as if my naughty little boy wants a new sex
education teacher, huh? I thought your sex-ed classes had plenty of
nice looking instructors already."
"NO WAY! Coach Stripling is definitely *not* my type!"
"Well, I'm certainly glad you prefer girls over boys, 'cause it would be
a real waste if you wanted to suck on a cock rather than my nipples."
"You really don't mind if I wanna keep sucking on your tits like this
and playing with you as much as I want to?"
"Well ... to be honest I am a little surprised at how quickly you've
wanted to be my horny young student, but I'd always hoped I was still
sexy enough to get a good looking young man excited."
"Come on, Mom. I've always thought of you as sexy. I just never wanted
to make you feel all super trampy and slutty by telling you that I
wanted to look at you and touch you and stuff."
We stared into each others' eyes for a minute, both of us probably
feeling similar thoughts at my admissions and her willingness. It was
my next timid question that seemed to make her smile that much more.
"Mom, will you teach me how to kiss?"
Rather than answer she lightly tugged on the back of my head and drew
our lips together. Our first real lover's kiss wasn't that special or
that erotic, but still, kissing my Mom and wanting to do it a lot more
was quite a surprise.
It didn't take long before she began to lick my lips and tease them
apart. It wasn't long after that before I emulated what she was doing
and I was exploring the inside of her mouth as eagerly as I explored her
nipples with that same tongue. We kissed for quite a while, my right
hand gently cupping and playing with each of her breasts one at a time,
and my right forearm holding my body up off of hers so I didn't crush
her.
After our longest kiss she gently tugged my head away from her face and
then took a deep breath.
"My goodness, Damon! I don't know where you've been learning, but
you're quite a good kisser."
"Really? I've never done this before."
"Come on! You can't honestly expect me to believe that you've never
kissed a girl before."
"Honest, Mom. I really haven't."
"Okay ... I believe you. But I'm gonna warn you that I might want a
few more of those every once in a while from now on. Does that sound
gross, Baby?"
"NO!!! I like kissing you, Mom! You've got soft lips and your tongue
is just so ... I don't know ... hot, I guess."
She stared at me for a minute or so and when it was deemed long enough
she brought our faces together until our foreheads and noses were
touching and then whispered into my mouth.
"I guess you've never touched a girl inside her panties, have you?"
My throat was do dry I couldn't answer. When I saw her eyes burn
straight through my head I somehow found the strength ... and the
saliva. I barely got the single two-letter word out.
"No."
"It's up to you, Damon ... but if you want to learn with me, then I
don't mind."
The few minutes I'd spent with my face between her thighs earlier that
night were going to be bested by everything in the next few. It took me
a while to collect my courage, but once I did I was a very different
fifteen year old.
"Can ... can I ... "
"What, Baby?"
"Can I see you at the same time?"
She immediately closed her eyes, grunted, flinched, and gripped the wad
of hair she had in her left hand. Of all the things that I could have
asked my Mom, asking her if I could see her naked pussy and touch it at
the same time wasn't on the list before that night.
In a very airy and almost non-existent voice she breathed her answer
right into my mouth.
"Okay."
Any reluctance I might have had to remove her panties was completely
gone. I shifted the sheet and light blanket all the way down her body
until she was uncovered and then looked at her bright white panties as
they glowed in the eerie diffuse light from outside. She might have
told me otherwise in another situation, but I needed to see everything
at that moment, and one last request was made.
"May I turn the light on so I can see better?"
"You may do anything you want, Damon. Tonight is just for you."
I practically fell to my face when I tried to launch myself off the bed.
The moment I felt the switch against my fingertip I reconsidered being
brash and insensitive and softly called to my Mom.
"Cover your eyes, Mom."
"Thanks, Baby."
She draped her right arm over her eyes and waited. She didn't have to
wait very long. The moment the room was filled with light my eyes hurt,
not from the harsh illumination, but from just how incredibly beautiful
my Mom looked. Her breasts were perfectly formed, her nipples still
erect and glistening from my saliva, her panties molded to her pussy,
and a cute little wet spot deep between her thighs. She was just as
aroused as I was, and it felt good to know I could bring her that kind
of pleasure.
I ogled her the whole time I made my way back and focused my attention
onto her nearly bare hips. Using the same deft but gentle movements I
tucked my fingertips into the elastic along her hips and began to pull
down. This time she lifted her butt off the bed and let me work her
panties all the way down her legs and completely off her feet. For her
to splay her thighs and cock her knees out was proof that she was in for
a lot more that she imagined, because that was my invitation to learn as
much as I could and enjoy myself along the way.
My first explorations were slow and gentle caresses all around her plump
and bald vulva. I could have split her nether lips and gone right after
what we both knew I'd find, but I wanted to make it as special for her
as it was for me. For untold seconds I lightly played with her silken
skin, shifting each plump sliver of softness around until I heard her
whimper again and arch her back so her pussy was pushed into the air. I
couldn't suppress a grin and queried for information that I already
knew.
"Am I taking too long, Mom?"
"Yes and no! I love the way you're being so gentle and going slow, but
under the circumstances I'd really like to ask you a favor."
"Sure. Name it!"
"Would you please slip your fingertip between my lips and rub my clit
for a little while? I need a cum so bad I'm about to scream."
"Would you be like totally grossed out if I wanted to use my tongue
instead?"
She clamped her legs together around my hand, lifted her knees as if to
protect her pussy, and groaned as if she'd stepped on a nail or a rock.
"Uuuunnnnnggg!!! Sweet Mercy ... Baby ... I'd just *LOVE* for you to
learn like that."
Any perception of my sexual education was most likely no longer a part
of our time together, but it felt nice for her to remain that smart
about what I was doing.
Rather than say anything I tugged my hand free, knee-walked on her bed
until I was near her feet, lifted her legs into the air slightly and
then splay them apart. For the first time in my life I was looking at
the very place where I'd come from, and my Mom was eagerly anticipating
my return.
While I shifted the last foot or so she wiggled backward to afford me a
little more room so I didn't fall off the end of the bed, and once I was
in place I lifted one leg by the inside of her knee, propped it over one
shoulder, drew my face closer, positioned her other leg over my other
shoulder, and then slowly brought my mouth into contact with her bald
and beautiful pussy.
The poor woman didn't last more than a minute before she was fighting
her need to cum, her hands lightly holding onto my hair or ears, but
neither of them attempting to pull my mouth away from her bare body.
I was going to explore every facet of her pussy in earnest, including
her vagina inside and out, but for the next few minutes all I did was
slowly work my tongue around, over, back and forth, up and down, and
then under the tender hood of her clit. She bucked, twitched, thrust
her naked hips into the air, shoved her pussy into my mouth, and was the
epitome of a horny woman in need of some good hot sex. I loved to see
my other Mom writhing around like that and couldn't suppress a smile as
I kept feasting on her pussy and licking her in ways that I'd never
imagined I might be able to try ... with *any* girl.
For some untold interval I licked, nibbled, and even sucked on her clit.
All my Mom could do was gyrate and spasm as if she was having a seizure,
and I loved the idea that she was finally enjoying something with
someone who wasn't going to hurt her. My antics were so welcomed that
she never once tried to force my mouth away from her pussy, even after
I'd given her at least three nice orgasms. In spite of the nature of
our incestuous but wonderfully beautiful union in my education she might
never have considered our loving act as anything but a mother and son's
special time together.
I don't know when I began to play with her breasts and nipples, but some
time after she was little more than a writhing cum factory with my face
tight to her bald pussy and her thighs tight to my ears I claimed her
tits and rolled her nubbins around as if we'd been lovers for years. My
Mom was so happy with my juvenile explorations that she allowed me to do
anything, even when I began to tug on her nipples as if to make them
longer. All that did was encourage her to arch her upper back and
follow my lead, as if I was trying to shift her around on the bed by her
super-sensitive nubbins. When she finally had too much she practically
pleaded with me in a pitiful whimper.
"Day-Day-DAMON! Slow down, Baby! I love the way you lick me, but it's
too much all at once. You can lick me as much as you want to in a
little while, but ... SHIT! ... please give me a little break, okay?"
I tilted my head back a little, stared down at her beautiful twat, now
slick with my saliva, kissed her vulva, and then softly asked for
permission to try something else.
"May I explore you further down now?"
"Unnnnggg!!! Geez, yeah! Just ... please don't torture me, Baby. You
can lick me and finger me as much as you want, but when I tell you to do
something else please don't get mad at me, okay?"
"I won't get mad, Mom. I'll do anything you want me to. You're being
super sweet so I can learn all about your body. The least I can do is
make you feel really good to show you how much I appreciate it."
She tilted her head down, practically burned me up with her eyes, and
with quivering lips told me more than I could have imagined.
"Damon ... you've been making me feel better than I ever have ... in
my whole life. No-one ... not a single man has ever given me the kind
of pleasure that you just did, and I need to show you just how much *I*
appreciate what you're doing for me."
"That's okay, Mom. I like our new relationship, and I don't mind making
you feel super good for as long as you'll let me."
"Sweet Aphrodite ... young man, I've waited for someone like you to
come along all my life. It just so happens that my own loving son is
more man about my pleasure than any spineless mature man in the whole
world, including your chicken-shit father."
I then asked her something that I couldn't have imagined I'd ever have
the guts to.
"Didn't he make you feel good like this, Mom?"
"HELL, no! All he was interested in was a quick fuck with a virgin
fourteen year old."
Even though I was lying over my sexy naked Mom and had given her some
wonderful pleasure I began to pity her for how her life had turned out.
"I wish he didn't get you pregnant like that, Mom."
She immediately lunged toward me, pulled me into an incredibly tight
hug, and almost broke my neck.
"Don't you *EVER* say that again, Damon! I love you more than my own
life and can't think of a single day without you. It's been hard for me
and I've cried my share of tears, but I wouldn't change a thing about
our lives."
More about our new relationship seemed to well up from deep within my
soul and my heart decided for itself to share something that might
change our lives forever. It might turn ugly, or it might be beautiful,
but I was going to ask nonetheless.
"Mom?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"Can I be your man from now on ... please?"
"Baby ... you can be anything you want to be, and I'll eagerly accept
everything that you ask of me. As long as we're careful and don't slip,
we can have a very special relationship for as long as you want. I know
you're gonna eventually want to find a girl your own age and get
married, but until you do I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"May I ... may I touch you inside now?"
"Mmmmmm ... Baby, you can do anything you want to."
She let go slightly, held my face in her hands, kissed me very
romantically, and then gently pushed against my shoulders so I'd return
to my sex education class and lab experiments.
Rather than lower my face to her pussy and continue to lick her I sat up
between her splayed thighs and cocked her legs even further apart.
There was no aspect of her body that I couldn't see, even her bright
pink pursed asshole. Using slow and careful movements I drew the tip of
my middle finger up and down her deep cleft until she arched her back
and wordlessly insisted I go deeper. The moment my finger began to
split her fat cunny lips and then disappeared into her vagina her body
went rigid again, her legs tightened, and a noise began to come from
deep inside her throat until she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Nnnnngggg-aaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
With my finger all the way inside my own Mom's pussy I began to twist
and turn my digit around until I hit something along the inside front
wall of her vagina that almost lifted her right off the bed. The noise
she was making stopped, and the granite composure that had captured her
was replaced by a slow-building series of uncontrolled gyrations that
made her look as if she was having an epileptic seizure.
"Day-Day-Damon! That's my G-spot, Baby! Ruh-ruh-rub it back and forth
so I can ... MMMMMMMM!!!"
"You mean ... like this?"
I found the spongy pad of tissue inside her vagina and determined where
its dimensions extended. After lots of careful manipulations it seemed
as if the inside of her vagina was little more than one large G-spot.
When I unintentionally rested my thumb on her clit at the same time she
actually yelped and thrust her pussy down onto my hand.
"Eeeeek!"
"Did that hurt or feel good?"
All she did was grunt at me and arch her back as if to invite another
caress.
"Rrrrrr!"
A kind of power filled my body at that moment and I knew I was going to
control my Mom for quite a while that night. My thumb split her tight
cleft, rested on her clit, and my middle finger began to sweep inside
her vagina at the same time. Soon I was making a series of circles over
her clitoris and mirroring those movements inside her pussy. She was
like a marionette in my hand for quite a while, each of my movements
both outside and inside her pussy controlling her as if she had no brain
at all. I don't know how long I kept fingering and diddling her, but by
the time she was whimpering at me pitifully she was covered in a layer
of sweat and her smile was little more than an afterthought.
"Nuhhh, nuhhh, no more, Baby, please!"
I could have been disappointed, but I knew better. It might be the only
night I'd be able to have my Mom's body so freely, but I couldn't treat
her like all the other men in her past.
My finger and thumb were drawn away, and even though she had asked me to
stop her hips came up off the bed and she tried to keep my finger inside
her pussy. To tease her a little bit I slipped my longest digit back
inside her body and began to fuck her with it, her hands gripping the
sheets at her sides so much it looked like she was trying to rip two
holes in the bed. I watched each of her movements and expressions while
I fingered her and then let my thumb crest her clitoris when my finger
was all the way inside. It was cruel for me to bring her next orgasm
on, because she was little more than a bag of exhausted bones when she
went rigid, her head fell to the side, and then her whole body went
limp.
My poor Mommy was out cold. I'd actually finger-fucked her so much I
made her faint. All I could do was continue to play with her pussy and
look at her with a lewd hunger in my soul that was tantamount to a man
wanting to rape a helpless woman.
That's when it hit me.
Would she mind? Would she even find out?
As the tip of my cock began to split her labia majora and feel the
intense hot hug of her vaginal entrance I reconsidered what I was doing.
My Mom had been incredibly generous by letting me learn about girls
using her body, but fucking her while she couldn't stop me was nothing
more than rape.
The sheet was a little wet under her, so after I washed her pussy clean
and then dried her completely I slipped her panties and t-shirt back on
her body, shifted her to the other side of the bed and covered her up.
It was only the light streaming in through the curtained window that
hinted the breaking of our first day together as a new kind of family.
Even while she slept I just sat there and watched her. She'd twitch a
few times, let out a soft whimper or moan, arch her back and push her
pantied pussy into the air as if to offer it to her lover, and then
she'd let a little smile escape while puckering her lips. My Mom looked
so incredibly happy while she slept, and I loved her.
I let her sleep for quite a while that morning, and when I saw her begin
to move I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Thirty minutes
later I returned with an old party tray that had some beer commercial
printed all over it, but instead of beer and pretzels I had a large
plate with two eggs scrambled, three slices of just-crisp bacon, two
perfect slices of buttered toast on it, a steaming mug of instant
coffee, and a small glass of orange juice next to it to boot.
The second she smelled the coffee her eyes came open, she smiled, and
then she covered her face with both hands and burst out sobbing. I felt
so bad I almost dumped the tray over so I could try to comfort her. It
took a minute to get her to slow down enough so I could see her face,
but when I was able to get her eyes open again and looking at me she
tried to grin, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me into yet
another one of her skin-ripping hugs.
"Oh, Baby! I love you so much and don't deserve the way you're treating
me. What did I ever do to be worthy of such generosity and devotion?"
Whispering in her ear was the right thing to do, but *what* I whispered
might have pushed our relationship much too far and too quickly.
"Well ... give me about an hour and I'll let you know."
I could feel her grin against my face and appreciated the bright sting
of her hand against my bare back when she smacked me. She understood
what I meant and must have liked my lewd suggestion, even if she'd never
grant me any time with her body, to learn, or to perfect my skills.
"Come on, Mom. Don't let your food and coffee get cold. I want you to
relax today, and I'm gonna take care of you for a little while."
"NO, Baby!"
"Ssssshhhhhh!!! No arguments! Today I'm gonna show you just how much I
love my Mom. Now ... give me a kiss so I can serve your food."
She kissed my ear, released me from her grip, pulled back a little, and
then planted one very long hot kiss on my lips. That proved that our
fun the previous night wasn't just a one-time-thing. I knew better than
to push her so soon, and after our kiss ended I smiled at her, brushed
her hair from her face, and then rose from my knees.
While she shifted on the bed so she could sit up against the headboard
with a pillow behind her I stared at her sexy tits. She blushed and
grinned, knowing full well that she was being ogled, but she never once
tried to tug the sheet over her breasts. Once she was settled I set the
tray to her lap, ruffled a paper towel out over her chest to keep her
lovely titties clean, snuck a little kiss of one and then the other
nipple, and then kissed her tenderly.
"Enjoy your breakfast, Mom. When you're done I'll shampoo your hair and
give you a nice shower."
She almost tipped the tray over when she lifted both knees as if to
protect her pussy from my touch. I gave her one last kiss before her
meal and was about to walk out of her bedroom when she stopped me.
"Damon?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Please eat with me ... okay? From now on I want you to do everything
with me, Baby."
"Kay. You start eating and I'll be back in just a minute."
"WAIT!"
"What, Mom?"
"I want you to eat with me from this plate. We can always cook another
couple of eggs and bacon for the next course."
All I could do was smile at her, carefully sit down next to her facing
her rather than toward her feet, and gather some eggs and a piece of
bacon on the fork. I'd never fed my Mom before, but the way she looked
into my eyes and the way her lips trembled I'd have thought she was
scared to death of my sticking her face with the fork. Each time I'd
slip a forkful of food into her mouth I'd prepare the next one for me.
I went back and forth over and over again, sharing everything and making
sure to tip her coffee mug up to her crimson lips about every fifth
mouthful.
She looked absolutely gorgeous while I fed her, even though her hair was
in a wild dance around her head, and her makeup was still streaked on
her once tired and sullen countenance. She was the most beautiful woman
in the world to me at that moment, in spite of how she might have felt.
By the time the last of her coffee and orange juice were gone I could
tell she was about to start crying again, so I slowly leaned forward and
pressed my lips to hers.
For almost half an hour we slowly and lovingly kissed, our tongues still
savoring the flavors of our shared breakfast, and anxious to keep
dancing in our incestuous dance that nobody would ever know about. It
was a gentle nudge in my tummy that was my hint to give her a break.
All it took was a single glance into her eyes for me to understand why
she was in need of a break.
I felt like such a fool and blushed so brightly she must have thought
I'd fallen face first into the oven when it was on roast.
"Sorry, Mom. I forgot you hadn't had a chance to go pee yet."
"That's okay, Baby. After everything else that you've done for me, both
last night and this morning, I can't expect you to be the perfect man
just yet. Soon, maybe ... but not yet."
I gave her a little kiss, lifted her tray up and away, and turned
around. Moments later I heard her bathroom door close. By the time I
was rinsing her plate, mug, and orange juice glass I felt sorry for
myself, as if she might want to get all cleaned up by herself rather
than accept my offer of help. But that was foolish of me. How could I
assume such an intimate role in our relationship after one glorious
night of sexual discovery? All she'd done was give me a chance to learn
about a woman's body ... not promise to marry me.
The sensation of her naked body against my back was a welcome surprise.
"Was that offer of a shampoo and shower a genuine one?"
We spent far longer in her shower together that morning than we ever had
before by ourselves. It was so long, in fact, that after I'd shampooed
her hair, given her a nice bath, and she washed me the water was
starting to get cold when she had her lips around my cock and was
fellating me. She bobbed and sucked for a long time, even with one
mouthful of my sperm already between her lips and down her throat.
She seemed insatiable after that, rubbing her face with my cock, kissing
it underneath, along each side, sucking my balls into her mouth, and
then starting the whole thing over. She appeared fascinated with my
dick and couldn't stop rubbing it all over her face. It seemed as if
she wanted to paint her whole body with my semen, and it felt so great
for her to use me like that. I craved the sensation of her hands and
lips on me and ached for her to treat me like a lover rather than her
son. It took a while but the water temperature was finally too much for
both of us, so she turned it off and wrapped her arms around me so we
could just stand there naked and hug.
"Did you like that, Baby?"
"Damn, Mom! If you're not careful I'm gonna want one of those every day
from now on."
She pulled back and gave me a look that scared me.
"Only one?"
The instant I saw a little grin sneak out and understood what she'd said
I pulled her into another hug and planted my lips onto hers. She might
have had some of my sperm in her mouth, but as long as it was just the
two of us from now on I wouldn't refuse her anything, even if she wanted
to return what I'd provided her mouth.
After we stepped out of the shower and dried each other off I dropped to
my knees and pulled her naked hips straight into my mouth. She could
have refused me, but instead cocked her knees out a little bit and let
me lave her clitoris for a minute. When her legs began to shake I
pulled back, looked up her naked body, winked, and then shifted my head
to the side twice to indicate a nicer place to play.
My Mom was very accommodating that morning and let me kiss and lick her
pussy until she couldn't take anymore. It was when she was tugging on
my ears and pulling me up her body that I suspected I knew what was
going to happen. Each millimeter I traveled over her and the longer I
stared into her terrified stare I understood the depth of what I was
about to do. My very own Mom, the woman who had gotten pregnant when
she was fourteen, carried me for nine months, and then bore the pain of
my body passing through her snug vaginal opening was going to permit me
to slip my cock into that very same tight opening as a man.
Just as the tip of my penis pressed against her slick vulvar cleft she
flinched and pushed me away. I was horrified! She was going to change
her mind after all, but I couldn't be disappointed, because fifteen year
old high school freshmen just didn't go around fucking their own Moms.
"Lie down on your back, Damon!"
Wrong!
She got me positioned on her bed, hovered over me for a few minutes
looking at my body and fondling me like the lusty woman I was getting to
know, and then shifted her way up my body until she was kneeling over my
hips directly over my cock.
"I want you to see your cock go inside the pussy that brought you life."
That's all she said as she took my penis in her hand and then stared at
it while she centered her vagina over it. I stared in rapt fascination
as my throbbing dick was allowed to split her fat vulva and then began
to slowly enter her body. The sensation was even better than her lips,
and that was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
It wasn't until I'd completely disappeared inside my own Mom's tight
pussy that I was able to take a breath. As soon as her clit nestled
down onto my pubic bone I felt her first orgasm with us as lovers begin
to take hold. Rather than me worrying about keeping up with her, it was
my darling Mom who lost it first and began to gyrate and undulate onto
my hips like a crack whore in need of a fix. She fucked me like a slut
and held nothing back. I played with her breasts, nipples, and even
kissed her when she leaned forward and started to hug me. If she wasn't
thrusting onto me I was lunging up into her. We made quite a mess that
morning and only stopped fucking each other when we ran out of energy.
I'd never ordered my Mom around or told her what to do, but when I
looked her right in the eyes after we got cleaned up a second time and
told her that she wasn't supposed to wear any clothes while in the house
I could tell she wanted to refuse. The fact that she lowered her face
and nodded like a coy little girl added yet more to our relationship.
We tried to pretend to conduct our day's events like any Saturday, but
each time she was close enough for me to touch her I couldn't resist
fondling her. I don't know how many times I slipped one of my hands
between her legs for a nasty fondle, but each time I did she'd stop, let
me touch her in any manner I chose, and once I was embarrassed enough
she'd return to her task as if nothing had happened.
Dinner that evening wasn't anything special, macaroni and cheese with
some seasoned hamburger meat, but by the look in my Mom's eyes and the
way she sat so sexily in front of me I could have mistakenly believed we
were eating off of fine china and being served the finest meal in the
whole city.
I'm not sure who was more nervous that evening, me or her. It was only
when she hinted that she was a little tired and wanted to get comfy in
bed that I suspected I'd done too much that day and the previous night.
When I saw her right index finger hooking over as if to call me closer I
knew we were going to be sleeping together a lot more than I could have
dreamed.
Rather than fuck each other crazy that night we chose to lie tight to
each other and gently explore our new lover's body. She kept slowly
masturbating me until I couldn't handle the strain and whispered for
some relief.
"Muh-Muh-MOM! Take it easy! Geez!"
"So ... now you know what it's like, huh Mister?"
Moments later she shifted down my body, wrapped her lips around the end
of my cock, and then took every inch of my hardness until her nose was
being pressed into my pubic hair. All I could do was lunge up into her
face and fuck her like the cum slut I'd always needed. Something
flashed in my brain just as the last of my sperm was painting her
tonsils, so I tugged on her body, rotated her around with my dick as the
axis point, and then nestled her pussy over my mouth.
For quite a while that night we slowly licked and sucked on each others'
genitals, a new kind of loving family bond that would afford us both a
kind of happiness that no outsider could intrude upon. It was only her
grunting request after she freed my cock that forced me to stop.
"Make love to me, Baby. I need you inside me ... again."
The irony was beyond conception, if such a word could be used about
fucking my own Mom, because I'd been inside her a few times that
morning, and once for nine months just over fifteen years before. We
stayed connected all night, and I had no better place to be ever again.
Sunday was a day out for both of us, and my Mom had never looked happier
or more beautiful since I could remember. She smiled a lot wider,
laughed a lot easier, giggled like a school girl more often, and was the
most affectionate but decent Mom of any I could have imagined. We went
to the park and shared a hot dog and soft drink, walked all over the
place either holding hands or very close to each other, and then shared
an ice cream cone just before we decided to go home. I hated for the
day to end, but I couldn't expect our vacation from reality to last
forever. As a last measure of our wonderful weekend together I gently
pulled her along with me into her bathroom so we could take a shower
together. Strangely she never once complained that I didn't sex her
even once. We slept together that night, but wearing clothes and with
our hands, lips, and tongues safely away from anything hungry and
sensitive.
That next week seemed to progress like so many before, except for a
dream I had about taking a chance that my Mom didn't like for me to
consider. Using a valuable five dollar bill to buy a lottery ticket was
something that she thought was a waste of money, but I couldn't put the
idea out of my head until I had the slip of paper folded neatly and
tucked inside my wallet. It was only Friday night while we were lying
in bed naked and slowly fucking that I felt as if it was the one time
that throwing money away might be for a good cause. I might not win,
and I certainly couldn't claim the money because of my age, but the
thought that I could give my Mom a beautiful house and a happy future
made my crazy idea seem attainable.
That Saturday morning I was the one who was allowed to stay in bed a
little bit longer. When I felt her lips around my cock and her tongue
dancing with the end of my dick I reveled in the sensation. To be
served breakfast by my naked Mom added to the scene greatly. For her to
slowly settle onto my dick and then feed me and herself with us locked
together like the perverse and incestuous lovers that we were truly made
that meal special. I craved the feel of fucking my Mom, and she seemed
just as happy to have her own son's erect dick back inside her pussy.
With each joining I learned a little more about my Mom and all of her
most sensitive and weak spots. It was while she was trying to hide her
arousal from me that I discerned a subtle flinch when I pushed up into
her just right. Doing it a second and then a third time proved my
suspicions correct, and from then on all I had to do was shift my cock
inside her pussy just right and I could stir an orgasm from her with no
more than a series of slight upward or side-to-side shifts. For her to
whimper and moan and beg me to treat her like the whore she was the most
erotic and lewd noise I could have imagined.
"Oh, Baby! Fuck your nasty slut Mommy good! Shit, you know where to
push that wonderful cock of yours!"
By the time she was exhausted I'd mapped out each of her most sensitive
spots in her vagina and could get her to cum with little more than a
thought. She was so easily turned on and then worn out so quickly that
she actually begged me to do whatever I wanted. Fucking her from behind
over the back of the couch in front of the open living room window
certainly was a thrill, and yet I knew I'd never do it again. I didn't
want to expose my Mom to any more pain than she'd had to live with, so
our sex would always be a private and special affair after that.
It was only our trip to the grocery store that afternoon that offered
her a break from being sexed like some whore. She looked so much better
and happier since we'd discovered each other, and a lot more men began
to notice and look at her like I did. It was while we were checking out
and placing our meager purchases onto the wide black rubber belt that we
saw one of the local newspaper headlines. About the only smart thing I
did was keep my mouth shut until we were home.
Once the groceries were put away and we changed into much more relaxed
attire I retrieved my ticket and recalled the numbers I'd memorized from
the newspaper. When my Mom saw me the next time she probably thought I
was going to rape her. When I showed her the lottery ticket she frowned
at first, and then her eyes went wide. She knew even without my having
to say anything.
The next few weeks were crazy, but we kept to our plan to tell nobody.
It was only after she signed the last set of papers at the lottery
commission office that she could relax, because acting on some
information that I'd dug up about how other peoples' lives were ruined
because of their instant fame and fortune nobody would be able to hurt
my Mom ever again.
A month later we were living in a much nicer house far enough away that
nobody would recognize us. The fact that my Mom was slimmer, happier,
and eager to hold her new lover's hand in public made me feel better.
For her to ask me to get her pregnant took me by surprise, but I eagerly
took on the task. Our little girl was born before I started my junior
year of high school. My Mom would never be sad and lonely ever again.
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